advent
It's hardly Advent's fault that Hurricane Michael dampens our Christmas spirit, whatever that may in other years have been. Nor is it my fault that it's miserable freezing cold in this apartment, the ceiling ten feet away so I can't reach the air conditioning vent to close it. Today, if they have them at WalMart, I'm going to buy a couple of space heaters to warm this huge bedroom in our beautiful new condo at Rosemary Beach.
We are on the third floor overlooking US98, empty of traffic this early morning moment, and everything is worth it to have come further up and further in to enjoy more space and grace.
There are several buildings here, with minor construction underway on the balcony rails, so we'll be in this apartment until December 15 then leave so repairs can be done on this building, and move to an adjacent building where the repairs are finished, supposedly staying there to mid-March 2019.
Last evening we walked across the street to a loud, popular sports cafe, where I had perfect fried oysters and others had other suppers. Then we came back and watched Ebenezer Scrooge dragged through the agony of his life, how promising it once was, how happy it might have been, how wretched, miserable and frightful he made it.
If we insist on suffering Advent this 2018, to read Dickens "A Christmas Carol" in its entirety is one way to bring on the chill dread of the Season with its need to prepare for The Coming and our personal End that is one focus of the Season. I do wish I had been quick enough to get a pic of Scrooge clinging to the edge of the pit while looking down at his own coffin in the fires of hell.
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/46/46-h/46-h.htm
We are on the third floor overlooking US98, empty of traffic this early morning moment, and everything is worth it to have come further up and further in to enjoy more space and grace.
There are several buildings here, with minor construction underway on the balcony rails, so we'll be in this apartment until December 15 then leave so repairs can be done on this building, and move to an adjacent building where the repairs are finished, supposedly staying there to mid-March 2019.
Last evening we walked across the street to a loud, popular sports cafe, where I had perfect fried oysters and others had other suppers. Then we came back and watched Ebenezer Scrooge dragged through the agony of his life, how promising it once was, how happy it might have been, how wretched, miserable and frightful he made it.
If we insist on suffering Advent this 2018, to read Dickens "A Christmas Carol" in its entirety is one way to bring on the chill dread of the Season with its need to prepare for The Coming and our personal End that is one focus of the Season. I do wish I had been quick enough to get a pic of Scrooge clinging to the edge of the pit while looking down at his own coffin in the fires of hell.
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/46/46-h/46-h.htm